The forces being arrayed against our heroine continue to muster but life goes one. Our favorite girls make another trip to my adopted hometown of Chicago. I remember how fun it was to escape small town life, if even for a few days.

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Part 16 -- Going to Chicago

 

My parents seemed quite happy I wanted to get more exercise. My mom had not done a good job at holding back on commenting on my increasing chubbiness, so anything would help. My parents bought a family pass, so mom could walk the track with her friends and Janet could go there as well. Our first trip there came after the record store closed and at a time when the pool was only open for lap swimming. I felt my suit was too tight but both Lisa and Steph said I looked cute. They also both rubbed my pussy, whose outline was visible, and that made my nipples noticeably hard. Damn them and such!

 

It was clear Lisa and Steph were in better shape than I was (Hey, round is a shape!). I was really tired after swimming down and back, but I was determined to keep up with them. We swam 4 lengths, down and back, and headed for the showers. Steph and I just needed to rinse off in the showers, but Lisa had to vigorously shampoo her hair. With it being white it did not take much chlorine in the water to make it turn noticeably green. We agreed that Steph and I would take turns washing her hair, and get in some warm, slippery shower sex, while the other girl would be the lookout to tell the other two if they could leave the shower together.

 

I always loved washing Lisa's hair. I would be behind her, my boobs smashed against her wet back, her butt rubbing my bush. Once her hair was well-washed we turned to face each other, kissing and fingering each other, sometimes peeing on each other's hands, and trying to muffle our orgasms as best we could. For me it also meant working very hard to not lose my footing and break something in the shower. Sometimes, when Lisa had clean, non-green, hair, Steph and I would shower some more. Steph was totally aroused by being bitten on her butt (more of our bad influence) and I was happy to oblige here. On my side I always loved having my nipples played with and I really loved the feeling of her teeth sinking into them. I

 

Over the next few weeks we went to the pool three times a week. My endurance got better, and I like to think my ass got firmer too. Steph was always long and graceful and, of course, Lisa was an utter sex-goddess.

 

We would often head to the coffee shop and hang out after swimming. Lisa and I would sit on the Crying Couch, sipping on our Black Darjeeling and mocha respectively (really, it was more whipped cream that anything else).

 

"I wish there was a time where we could swim naked," Lisa mused in a dreamy sort of way. She absolutely loved being naked.

 

"Someday you and I will go to a nude resort and find all sorts of places to fuck," I had my hand on the inside of her thigh, rubbing her luscious leg. "What do you want for your birthday babe, apart from getting to eat your birthday pussy?"

 

"I'm going to have a party at the roller-skating rink. Can you roller skate sweetie?"

 

"I can, but only forward, I never mastered going backward."

 

"Well that means when it's the couples skate I get to lead. Who knows maybe Mean Girl Lisa will be there."

 

"Ooooh. I like that"

 

I thought really hard what to get Lisa for her birthday. I decided to go for something small but really romantic. At home I had a box of assorted bits that I had gotten the few times we had traveled; (my parents were not the adventurous sort) and although it took me a while I found what I was looking for. Once, when we actually went somewhere, we had visited my mom's family (that was a total dumpster fire) and my dad's sister in Atlanta. My cousins took me to a flea market where one vendor had, among other things, a box of foreign coins for fifty cents apiece. I found a coin, one with Chinese writing on it with a square hole in the middle, that I thought looked neat and bought it (Big Spender!). Next, I went to the hobby store and got a leather thong so Lisa could wear it around her neck I like wore my Spanish dollar. My last stop was the Jade Emperor. I figured if anyone I knew could tell me something about the coin it would be Mrs. Tsing.

 

Amanda was perched on a stool by the register. The restaurant was definitely a family operation.

 

"Hi Miss Cindy! Where's Miss Lisa?"

 

"I'm here by myself today Amanda. I want to ask your grandmother to look at something for me.

 

"PoPo! (I now know that is `grandmother' in Cantonese), Miss Cindy's here."

 

Mrs. Tsing came out from the kitchen. "Hello Cindy. How can I help you?"

 

"What can you tell me about this coin?" I handed it to her.

 

She looked it over for a minute. "This is a Chinese cash coin from the early 1600's, during the time of the Shunzhi Emperor. It's quite old but it's not very rare. Where did you get it?"

 

"I bought it at a flea market years ago. I'm going to give it to Lisa for her birthday."

 

"I think she will like it very much. I want you two to come for dinner here soon. Amanda likes being around you, it makes her feel grown-up."

 

"I will do that Mrs. Tsing. Thank you for your help. Goodbye Amanda!" I waved to Amanda, who blushed and giggled.

 

Friday night came and I went over to Lisa's house. I had my duffel back with me, we still wore pajamas sometimes. I had decided I wanted to give my present to Lisa privately since it was a pretty sure bet we would both cry.

 

We went in the kitchen. "I wanted to give you this. Mrs. Tsing said it comes from China and it's about 300 years old. I think it is the right piece for a Lusty Pirate Wench to wear." I put the thing over her head and let the old bronze coin hang down between her breasts. I was right we both cried. Lisa was excited to show it to her mom and dad. They did not cry, though I think her mom came close.

Her mom gave me a big hug. "I rather like having another daughter. Are you excited about going up to see Phantom of the Opera?"

 

"I really am. I mean, the school shows and the Theater in the Park are good, but this is a professional touring company. They've performed on Broadway and in the West End. Lisa can't quit talking about it." Lisa blushed and gave a little giggle.

 

Lisa had invited all our friends, and many of their boyfriends as well. I could tell her parents were moved that there were this many people who supported us. Rita's dad brought her, which was odd.

 

"Where's Katherine?"

 

"She is doing Reserve training, she is down in New Orleans."

 

Yet another thing I did not know about her.

 

We had lots of pizza (not Godfather's but still good) and cake. On skates Lisa was her usual amazingly graceful self. I really think I was better suited for roller derby, but this was a place where it was perfectly acceptable for girls to hold hands while skating and we did exactly that. When we were trying to dance on skates it was some true comedy, but I let Lisa drive and I followed her lead.

 

As we were gliding around Steph came coasting by us.

 

"Look over by the snack bar; that's Christiane. Our enemy has revealed herself." Steph was totally enjoying the sexy secret agent role.

 

Lisa's expression was that of someone who had just avoided stepping in something completely nasty. "Thanks babe, we got it from here. You know what to do." Steph kissed Lisa on the cheek and skated over to the DJ booth.

 

She stuck her tongue in my ear, a move guaranteed to make me giggle. "OK babe, we are going to keep going around just as though we do not have a cunning plan (Lisa had developed a love of Blackadder). Steph will give us the signal and then when we go past the Bitch Convention you are going to give them a nice, innocent, cheerful wave and then I will give you the sloppiest tongue kiss in history. I'm hoping to goad her into doing or saying something stupid."

"You look so totally sweet and innocent and it so totally conceals your evil mind! I like being in love with a Devious Lusty Wench."

The sign Steph had arranged was for the DJ to play "Once Upon a Time", the opening theme from The Princess Bride. I gave Lisa a quick kiss.

"You get an extra helping of birthday pussy tonight."

"Birthday butthole too?"

"Of course."

 

As we coasted past the Bitch Convention (I loved that description) Lisa was skating backward, guiding me along. As we passed the girls I finally recognized Christiane, she had been an utter bitch to me in 8^th grade gym class. I smiled widely and waved at her. Lisa took my head in her hands and gave me one of history's epic kisses, "Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind" (quoting again from our favorite movie). Certainly what we lacked in purity we made up for with passion and she made sure the bitches saw our tongues wrestling as we went by them. I was sure we would pay for this come Monday but for right now it was epic!

 

A few minutes later we were all sitting together, taking a break, when we saw Christiane and her posse coming toward us looking like they were ready for a fight. I pulled Lisa close to me.

 

"Look sharp sweetie, trouble's coming in hot." (Yeah, I was trying to sound like Katherine) I was kind of scared, and that is probably what kept Weepy Lesbian Girl from making an appearance, when many of our friends stood up in front of us. Lisa stood up and so did I.

 

I put a hand on her shoulder, "She's not worth it babe." Lisa had obviously thought about this very confrontation because she remained utterly calm. It was actually scary how much she sounded like Katherine in that moment.

 

Christiane was screaming, almost incoherently, "You fucking dykes think you are so fucking cool! I know what you're up to and you won't get away with it. You're done at school! You hear me you fucking whores? You're done!"

 

"Are you done Christiane?" Silence. "I don't know what you think Cindy and I are planning or are doing but be assured that our plans and our happiness do not involve your approval. I wish you could just live your own life and leave other people to live theirs, but I can see you are such a sad husk of a little girl that you cannot find happiness anywhere other than in the approval of others."

 

Michelle whispered in my ear, "Be cool, security's coming.". I squeezed Lisa's shoulder and she nodded. Several guys in black shirts got between the groups and I could see the hand signals amongst my friends for people to sit down which they did, though slowly. We could hear Christiane and one of her friends screaming, and honestly sounding irrational.

 

"What the fuck? You're taking their side? A bunch of fucking dykes and faggots! You can't do that! We're normal people, not freaks like them!" The security guys started escorting them out when someone in the group launch a cup of soda at us. I froze, and I was sure that it was coming square at me. In an almost Jedi-like move Lauren reached up and slapped it off to the side so that it splashed down harmlessly (but messily) on the floor.

 

I looked at Lauren (I hadn't realized she was so cute) in amazement.

 

She smiled adorably (and shyly) at me. "Tae Kwon Do at the YWCA plus dodging tennis balls. I'm glad it payed off."

 

I kissed her on the forehead. "That's for keeping us from getting soaked and sticky honey."

 

She smiled at me, less adorable this time, "Maybe some other time Cindy" and she slapped my butt. In the moment I was too surprised to be aroused.

 

I turned to ask Lisa what she thought about our rescue and I saw she was sitting down and shaking; badly. I pulled her in, hugging her tight.

 

"It's OK baby, it's over now."

 

Her voice was weak and quivering. "It's like I didn't have time to be scared and now it's all coming out." She was trying really hard not to cry and so was I.

 

Michelle sat down on the other side of her. "You were amazing. How did you stay so calm?"

 

It made me feel good to see Lisa smile, if even just a small one.

 

"I had a long talk with my dad about what's going on at school. He stressed the main thing was my own safety and that getting into a physical confrontation was an absolute last resort. He also gave me a book to read, the Art of War by Sun Tzu. It's a 1400-year-old book about military strategy. It talks some about how to win with a minimum of actual fighting and that was what I went for."

 

What a surprise, my sexy bookworm found a book to help her.

 

She looked at me, "Do you think this is going to get us in trouble at school?"

 

I was quiet for a bit. "I don't think so. I can't see her being able to punish us for something we didn't start and that happened away from school on a weekend." Lisa laid her head on my shoulder, her arms around me. "Now take a deep breath and let's go skate some more. We're going to show all these people that a group of petty, hateful, little bitches do not faze the Dread Pirate Roberts and her Lusty Warrior Wench lover."

 

Lisa barked out a laugh, "I'm hardly a warrior."

 

"You are too sweetie! You kept your cool that entire time, hell, you didn't even raise your voice. In your own way you are as much a badass samurai as Katherine."

 

Now Lisa blushed, "I don't compare myself to her."

 

"Well I do. Now come with me before I change my mind about you licking my butt tonight."

 

I put in a request with the DJ before we got out to skate some more. One the cheap used CD's I had bought at the story was a greatest hits collection by The Kinks. One of the songs from it, which became my favorite, was "Celluloid Heroes"; it appealed to me and my love of the magic of the movies. I could be counted on to tear up for the last line "And celluloid heroes never really die." The DJ played the song and I sang along, but only so Lisa could hear me (I would not subject the whole crowd to my singing). She did a few careful spins with me and once again kissed me (not as much tongue this time) while she was skating backward.

 

We headed downstairs almost as soon as we got to Lisa's house (there was the obligatory parental small-talk). Mean Girl Cindy was nowhere to be seen, this was much more the Pirate Queen rewarding her sexy first mate for courage in battle. I sat down on the bed and grabbed Lisa by the hair to pull her down over my knees. With each smack that was a slightly larger pink area on her amazing ass (my hand was really stinging!) After 17 swats I let her up, so she could sit in my lap and suck on my nipples while I played with her hair. I dumped her on the floor and I sat in Lisa's new desk chair, my legs wide and my pink pussy peeking out of my dark bush.

Lisa, who was on her knees, looked up at me with those impossibly blue eyes, "May I have my birthday pussy now?"

 

My answer was to grab her white hair and to mash her face into my wet bush. She went to work with her tongue. I got my legs up on the arms of the chair to rotate my hips, so she could work my butt as well. I gripped her silky hair tight, feeling my orgasm building inside me. I finally let go of her hair and grabbed my legs, trying my best to not hurt my lover. Lisa ducked out of the way at the absolute last second and I thrashed hard enough to get dumped out of the chair onto the floor. I lay there, twittching, holding my sopping wet pussy.

 

Lisa got up and went to her dresser. When she turned around she was holding a dildo that looked just like Rita's except it was pink instead of purple.

 

"Will you use this on me baby?"

 

"Of course I will. Who I am to deny my Lusty Wench on her birthday?"

 

Her pussy was very wet to I didn't need any lube. I laid Lisa down on the bed and got on top of her. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed, and started slowly working my hips. All of the movies I had seen with girls using a dildo on each other had them pounding away like some sort of power tool, but I decided to use the dildo in the same way I would rub my pussy on hers. It worked. After a few minutes she was breathing hard and struggling under me. I would rub my nipples on hers as I kept up my slow but steady assault. I put my mouth over hers to muffle her impassioned screaming. She broke our kiss and bit down hard into my shoulder (yep, she drew blood) and she climaxed, her lovely body quivering under mine.

 

"Oh fuck baby! That was amazing!"

 

"Happy birthday sweetie." We did not bother with pajamas; Lisa cuddled up against me, her firm butt pressed to my bush. She went to sleep almost immediately and soon she was snoring her adorable little snore.

 

I couldn't sleep. Lisa really enjoyed having a cock inside her, even a plastic one. Did this mean she was not as attracted to me as she once was? Was I going to lose her to some guy with a massive dick? I held her tight, thankful this line of thought did not lead to an appearance of Weepy Lesbian Girl. I must have finally gone to sleep.

 

I woke up in the dim morning light with Lisa holding me.

 

"You were having an awful dream. You were thrashing and kicking and you kept saying `Don't leave me baby!' and you were crying so hard! It was awful? What's wrong baby?" She held me in her arms, rocking me like a little baby, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead.

 

"I think I was freaked out by how much you like me using the dildo on you. Subconsciously I must be worried you'll leave me for some guy with a real cock. It took me a long time to get to sleep."

 

There were tears in Lisa's blue eyes. "Oh baby!" She just held me tight so I could suck on her hard nipples. "Yes, I like the feeling of something in my pussy, but I just don't feel any attraction to guys. Some guy could have a dick that's huge by porn movie standards and while I wound enjoy the feeling inside my pussy I don't think I would feel anything toward him." Now she took my face in her hands, here bright blue eyes locked on my green eyes, "This is true love, do you think this happens every day?" (It had become our go-to phrase)

 

I gently pushed her back down on the bed and slide on top of her, feeling her bush on mine. I began working my hips around, inhaling sharply each time our clits would rub together. I guess I was trying to show Lisa that I could make her climax just as hard with my body alone. It worked. Within a few minutes she was biting my shoulder even harder and I sank my teeth into her hard muscles in return. My moves were clearly perfect because we climaxed almost simultaneously. I laid there on top of her, happy I had not thrashed her right out of her bed.

 

"Oh baby, that was wonderful. That was a fucking worthy of the Dread Pirate Roberts."

 

"My lusty wench deserves nothing less." I rolled off her, taking her in my arms. I drifted off to sleep, totally contented.

 

When Monday came I was waiting for some sort of blowback from our confrontation with The Bitches. I got a few hissed "Bitch!", "Dyke!", and "Slut!" but no summons to the office. What also noticed was that Rita and her printer had been busy. I saw plenty of notebooks, and a few cars in the student lot, with her pirate queen sticker on it; the Yellow Submarine had one on the bumper as did Alcyone. We were on our way to becoming legend. Yes, we worried about blowback but for now knowing that there were people at school who were willing to, at least quietly, support us.

 

The week before Spring Break included picking classes for the next year. I had told my parents of my plan to take Electricity 1 & 2 my senior year and they were not wild about the choice. I emphasized to them that I still planned on going to college, but this would let me have a good job in the summer and lead to decent career. It took several conversations, but they did finally agree with me. I think that when I told them I would be an apprentice in the electrical workers union and that I could get paid while in school helped. There was money for me and Janet to go to college but not a lot, so every bit would help. Janet would be at the high school next year, so she rather frequently reminded me not to embarrass her. She was excited to be in the orchestra, even though she had been playing with them for a year. All the music classes were at one end of the building, so she would be there with Rhonda and Lisa a lot. For that I was a bit jealous. Of course, Lisa would still be in choir and she said she had plans for the student council, plans which involved us being more out our senior year. I was nervous about that, but together we could do it.

 

Spring Break came and we theater folks were excited to head to Chicago to see Phantom. A very nice development was the news that Rita's dad had put up the money for us to go on our trip using actual tour buses rather than school buses. So, in the pre-dawn hours of Tuesday I was dropped off in the school parking lot to head north. From my years of detasseling I could sleep on any bus but one as comfortable as this one, plus having Lisa with me, pretty much guaranteed it. I sat next to the window and Lisa curled up against me. Soon she was snoring in her adorable way and I was out in minutes.

 

We stopped in Rantoul at a truck stop for stretching and snacks. I was happy to find breakfast burritos (tasty, but not as good as Rita's mom). We had done plenty of snuggling and kissing on the bus, so we were on our best behavior here. Rural Illinois in the mid-90's was even less gay friendly than small cities. Back on the bus we were more awake, so we had time to chat with our friends as we rolled north. Steph and Michelle were in the row behind us. Our conversations wandered around, steering away from tonight's possible orgy, but came down to college. Steph hoped to go to Washington University in St. Louis or perhaps Milliken in Decatur. She explained both are Division III schools, so she could probably get to continue playing basketball. Her mom of course wanted to go to a big name basketball school like Tennessee or Illinois but Steph was aware she wasn't good enough to get any playing time at a school like that. Michelle was going to go to the University of Illinois to study physics. She was in all the advanced classes and probably the smartest person I knew. Both girls had heard Lisa and I go round and round about this but we had settled on a plan. I was confident I would be accepted at Illinois State and there was no question she would get in to Illinois Wesleyan. We wouldn't be at the same school, but the campuses were only about 4 miles apart. Our hope was after two years, when we would be encouraged to leave the dorms, we could rent a place together.

 

The cast had the night off, so we got the chance to just talk to them about their lives as performers. Lisa got to meet the actress who was playing Christine and she was totally over the Moon with happiness. I was more interested in the crew members, especially the lights and the electrical workers. So while most of the students were talking with the actors so those of us on the crew side of things got a real guided tour of how a big-name theatrical production gets pulled off. The lights guys initially thought it was cute a girl wanted to a job like theirs but the more we talked the more (I think) some of them were impressed with me. Several of the reminded me of The Chief and they were quite honest with me that it would not be easy for me to break into the business because (certainly at the time) very few women did that work. I was touched when several of them gave me their information so that when I got my journeyman card and my state license they would keep me in mind.

 

I was sitting in the balcony with several of the guys, learning that sometimes it really is a small world. Here I was, a 17-year-old girl surrounded by guys who had worked electricals and lighting for their entire careers. They were really curious how I got interested in their line of work, so I told the whole story. I was interrupted by one of the guys (his name was Wayne) when I got to the part about the production of Damn Yankees.

 

"Wait, you know Jim Jericho?"

 

"Yeah, we all call him The Chief."

 

"Well, that makes sense. He was a senior NCO for a long time. You must be the girl who he told me about. He had this story about how you protected a friend of yours from some idiot ex-boyfriend and you and some other woman stopped him dead in his tracks until the cops showed up."

 

"My friend Rita, that was the girl. She's Ferdinand Graff's daughter."

 

"Oh ho, so then that was the indomitable Ms Nettleford. She has quite the reputation at the down at the courthouse. My wife works for the Cook county courts and she has described Ms Nettleford as unfailingly polite to everyone but that the politeness covers a seriously dangerous interior."

 

"I think that sums her up pretty well. She is somewhere between a totally badass female samurai and a Klingon warrior."

 

Wayne smiled and nodded. "Jim Jericho is a good judge of potential. If he says you have what it takes in this business, I'll not be the one to contradict him."

 

We were interrupted by singing. I looked down on the stage; there were Lisa and the actress with the role of Christine singing "Think of Me" together with a recording of the music. I was close to 100 feet from the stage (up in the cheap seats), but it was like she was standing next to me. They sang the entire song, resting during Raoul's parts and Lisa kept up with a true professional note for note. And there she was, Weepy Lesbian Girl. My sweetie was singing with a professional stage actress, singing with a woman who had the job the Lisa dreamed of. I was so damned proud!

 

All the guys thought it was cute I was all teary eyed. When the song ended I stood up, cheering like a madwoman, "That's my girlfriend!" I ran downstairs, vaulted onto the stage and swept her off her feet and swirled her around. When I looked up I saw the guys who I had been sitting with were clapping and Wayne seemed to be wiping his eyes (he later claimed allergies).

 

Wayne came down so I could introduce him to Lisa and tell her how he seemed to be entangled with our story.

 

"Young lady, I have worked here since I got out of the Army in 1951, all the way back to the days when the Old Man bought this place because his wife loved musicals. He paid for dinner every night for the cast and the crew and sometimes the Big Boss would come here. He loved Rogers and Hammerstein."

 

I was really quiet. I had heard dad and granddad talking about the glory days of the Chicago Outfit, Wayne was talking about the old-school heavy hitters.

 

"You, my dear, have talent. I wondered why Cindy here wanted to work in theater but now I know."

 

Lisa's singing partner came over. "Wayne has seen a lot and I respect his instinct. Hearing you today I know you have the talent to be on this stage someday.

 

Now we were both Weepy Lesbian Girl.

 

We headed back to the hotel for dinner and headed up to our room. We were all thinking it was orgy time, but Steph was flipping through the guide channel on the TV."

 

"Oh my God! I never thought I would say this but girls, sex can wait. This Is Spinal Tap is coming on."

 

All three of us looked at her blankly.

 

"Just put on your PJ's and get comfy, this is one of the funniest movies ever!"

 

Steph was right, and I should not have been surprised. Rob Reiner directed both Spinal Tap and The Princess Bride, so the movie hit my sense of humor just right. "OK girls, time to turn it to 11." Entered my lexicon on that day as did using "Hello Cleveland!" as a rallying cry.

 

The next day we saw the matinee performance of Phantom. I had never experienced anything quite like it; and it was in that moment I realized Andre Lloyd Webber is total genius. I had heard the music before on CD but seeing it performed in front of me was transcendent. Throughout the show Lisa and I traded whispers of "Babe, you're hurting my hand" as we kept squeezing each other's hand and we simultaneously became Weepy Lesbian Girl hearing "Think of Me" and again for "Music of the Night".

 

As we sat on the bus back to the hotel Lisa had something The Chief called the 1000-yard stare.

 

"Whatcha thinkin sweetie?"

 

"This is my path. This is what I was born to do."

 

I held her tight. "And I'm right here beside you baby. Ain't no stopping us now."

 

Dinner was pizza at Giordano's (Yum!). When we got to our room Steph and Michelle were already there and already naked. It was plain they had been fingering each other while waiting for us. We took the hint, stripping in record time.

 

Steph's eyes were lustfully ravenous. "After that show we both want to fuck Christine and, since Lisa is destined to play Christine on the stage, we are now going to fuck her senseless.

 

I sat on the bed, leaned against the wall. Lisa was between my legs, her firm butt pressed to my bush. Steph and Michelle dove in, eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was concerned that we would all have to sleep in the same bed because I was sure Lisa would gush all over this one. Fortunately we had not pulled down the bedspread, so we might be ok. The girls pushed her through at least three orgasms, they were relentless.

 

I laid her back on the pillow and slid between her still-quivering legs. I slowly ground my pussy against her, trying to be gentle on her very tender cunt. I felt a tongue slide between my butt cheeks. Glancing back, I could see Michelle's black hair splayed across my skin and Steph fingering herself. I grabbed Lisa tight as we both climaxed, and I think Michelle dodged my thrashing legs.

 

We were all absolutely exhausted. Lisa curled up next to me, my arm around her. Tired though I was I couldn't sleep. I wasn't sure why. I carefully got out of bed, turned the TV to face our bed so it hopefully wouldn't wake up Michelle and Steph, and turned it on. There, out on deep cable, at three in the morning, was The Maltese Falcon. I had seen the movie at the college with Lee and her dad the summer before high school. It's the first, and possibly the greatest of the noir film. Lisa drifted in and out sleep while I watched the movie and played with her boobs.

 

She did ask me, very sleepily, "What's the deal with the fat guy and the bird."

 

"It's the stuff dreams are made of baby."

 

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